Firo clucked his tongue and shook his head to hear about the murderer getting away.

"Lyin' about that's pretty shitty, but perjury's barely a crime."

At least with the people Firo ran with. He didn't stop to reflect that his view on crimes was probably hardly comforting.

Even as he dismissed the thought of lying in court, though, condemning someone who'd done nothing still didn't sit quite right. He shifted the sack he carried. "What happened to your scapegoat, huh?"